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Chapter 331 Tangled

Author: Judith GW
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Chris

I haven’t spoken more than five words to my parents since we got back from Uncle Soren’s pack house.

They didn’t ask questions. I think Mom suspects something happened, but she’s giving me space, which is almost worse. Like she knows I’ll break if she pokes too hard.

She’s right. I’m on the verge of having some kind of breakdown.

Elliott and I said nothing to each other after that horrible conversation. Nothing during dinner. Nothing when I said goodbye. We stood there like strangers while our parents hugged and smiled and acted like nothing was wrong.

And now, I’m at the training field with Ilsa, throwing a heavy ball back and forth half-heartedly, trying to act like my chest isn’t being squeezed by some invisible fist.

Ilsa squints at me. "Alright, what’s wrong with you?" I toss the ball a little too hard. She catches it anyway. My mom would love her as a daughter in law. "Nothing."

"Don’t give me that. You’ve been like a perfectly miserable little storm cloud since you got he
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